"Now, Watson, I expect you to go off to bed tonight. Leave the vigil to me."
"But-"
"No- you're ill and need your rest. You hide it well, but I can tell you're exhausted. I don't need you to get worse."
"If you insist, Holmes. But do rouse me should his condition worsen."
"As you wish. Are you sure you can make it to your room?"
"Yes. I've only got a slight temperature- nothing life-threatening, just deucedly annoying."
"Well, feel better, Watson."
"Thank you, Holmes."
I poured myself another cup of tea in preparation for my watch. Though I would never admit it, I had become quite fond of Lestrade. I owed much to the good Inspector for his care of Watson through my hiatus.
"Rest, well, Lestrade." I said, settling back to ponder our case.
